The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 134: Liam has been discharged from the hospital

Chapter 134: Liam has been discharged from the hospital

Meanwhile, at the Smith residence, Oliver had figured out who posted the message.

It wasn’t difficult to find out, it’s just that everyone in the Smith family was recently shocked by the news about Mrs. Daniel and had no time to pay attention to this matter. Now that things had been somewhat settled, Oliver finally had the energy to deal with it.

The answer turned out to be Ann from the Evergreen class! Mr. Smith and Oliver turned livid.

The Ann family and Smith families had always been close and had deep connections. Otherwise, Bianca and Ann wouldn’t have known each other since they were young.

When they were little, Ann even addressed Mr. Smith as uncle.

The fact that this matter turned out to be Ann’s doing, left the entire Smith household dumbfounded.

But upon further thought, it seemed inevitable.

Ann had always played a supportive role to Bianca, and it was fair to say that she was more jealous of Bianca from the beginning than she hated Maureen.

She was the one behind Bianca’s allergic reaction.

This subtle jealousy turned into hatred when Bianca publicly turned against her at school. ...

Sometimes, subtle hostility between girls can be truly dreadful.

Upon learning of this, Chris gasped.

But the problem now is, Mrs. Daniel really is Bianca’s biological mother.

Ann spread this fact, so it can’t be deemed as slander— What could the Smith family do against a high school girl like her? Moreover, Ann Family and Smith families have business dealings.

Could they take it to court? Moreover, isn’t Bianca to blame for provoking such a venomous snake?

After so many incidents, the Smith family is exhausted and needs to focus more on addressing their business losses.

So even though they found out it was Ann’s doing, the Smith family did not pursue further, treating it as an accidental bite.

Whenever they encounter Ann family at various banquets, both Mr. Smith and Oliver have subtle looks in their eyes and feel uncomfortable, trying to avoid them as much as possible.

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On Wednesday evening, the weather was getting colder, but the snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped.

Liam was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Maureen wanted to go to fetch him, but in general, when someone is discharged from the hospital, Liam’s family will definitely go as well.

If she bumps into his family, won’t she be exposed for having a premature romance? Is that appropriate?

Maureen subconsciously wanted to ask Liam, but knowing his carefree nature, she figured that he might end up dismissing his family just so she could pick him up.

Then, even before they meet, she would have left a ’troublemaker’ impression on Liam’s family.

Maureen was a little torn.

So, she ducked her head under the table before class ended, didn’t ask Liam, but quietly texted Mr. Boris instead: "Liam is being discharged today, will his family be there? If his family is there, I won’t go.

I don’t want to run into them."

These past few days when she visited the hospital, it was Mr. Boris drove her, so she took the opportunity to exchange phone numbers with him.

Liam, caught in the middle, hummed resentfully and reminded her yet again that Mr. Boris was already married.

After a while, Mr. Boris replied: " Mr. Williams visited Liam yesterday and has some matters to attend overseas today, so he won’t be coming."

In all this time that Maureen had known Liam, she had only ever heard about his grandfather from him.

Maureen asked, "What about his other family members?

Are they not coming either?"

"Right."

Mr. Boris replied, "Are you going to pick up Liam? Then I’ll go to your school to pick you up first."

Maureen stared at Mr. Boris’s message, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Discharged from the hospital, aren’t any family members coming?

Why is it so strange?

During her two years at the Smith’s, even if they were partial, someone from the Smith family would definitely come if she were to be admitted to the hospital due to a broken bone.

After all, a broken bone is a major illness, and the moment of fracture must hurt a lot.

Maureen asked again, "Then who will handle the discharge procedures?" Mr. Boris said, "Liam has already done it himself."

"He did it himself?" Mr. Boris said, "Yes, the doctor said he can walk with crutches now, so he just signed it himself."

From Mr. Boris’s information, Maureen sensed that Mr. Boris didn’t seem to find this odd - in other words, this was the norm.

If she doesn’t go.

Would Liam be left all alone in the hospital and discharged on his own?

Maureen felt a strange tightness in her chest.

Maureen didn’t know much about Liam’s family, as Liam rarely brought it up.

Every time Maureen wanted to ask, he would steer the conversation off-topic.

The only understanding Maureen had was what he learned from Google about Williams Enterprises, but it only involved what industries they touched.

But from the considerable wealth of the Williams family, it could be inferred that such an extraordinary family would never put their detailed family history on Google.

In short, it’s very mysterious.

Almost no news about the Williams family could be found, let alone anything related to Liam.

Maureen glanced at the time and said to Mr. Boris, "Then how about you come pick me up around five-thirty? We’ll go to Liam’s apartment first to get some clothes."

The temperature difference between day and night was extreme.

It was fine to wear less in the hospital where there was heating everywhere, but going out and being blown by the cold wind would inevitably result in a cold.

Mr. Boris couldn’t help but sigh that girls were really meticulous, and hurriedly replied with an "OK."

After school, Maureen packed up, and Mr. Boris drove her to Liam’s apartment.

Mr. Boris didn’t know the password, only she knew it.

Seeing her quickly inputting the password, the door opened directly, and Mr. Boris looked at her in surprise.

"Aren’t you coming in?" Maureen asked. Mr. Boris said, "You go ahead and organize.

Liam doesn’t like others entering his place." Maureen had to go in by herself.

She entered Liam’s room, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a black down jacket.

Just then, she noticed a few bottles of medicine in the corner of the wardrobe, which were the same ones Liam often took in the classroom, similar to vitamins.

Some were in French and some in German.

In short, there was no English, and all of them were incomprehensible.

Maureen thought for a moment and took photos of each brand label on the medicine bottles.

She took five photos in total.

She opened Whatsapp and sent the pictures to the doctor who had previously treated her facial wound, asking about what type of medicines these were.

Mr. Boris opened the car door for her and drove her towards the hospital.

As the car stopped in front of the hospital, Maureen noticed a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes not far away.

The warm heat wafted over, making her recall that Liam seemed to have never tried this type of street food.

So, she mentioned it to Mr. Boris, then went off on her own to buy one.

Meanwhile, Mr. Boris, clutching his coat, went into the hospital first.

The sweet potatoes were twelve dollars each.

Cut in half, they were fragrant, sweet, and soft.

It was a sight that could make one drool.

Maureen exhaled a breath of cold air, patiently waiting for the stall keeper to roast it.

When it came time to scan the QR code for payment, her phone vibrated.

A new reply message popped up on Whatsapp. It was from the doctor she knew.

"Do you have insomnia recently? It shouldn’t be this serious, it’s just a matter of your facial wounds, isn’t it?

Are you under psychological stress because of the facial injury?

You shouldn’t take too much of this kind of medicine, it can lead to dependency."

Maureen jumped a bit, quickly opened Whatsapp and replied, "What do you mean? Are all these medicines for the treatment of insomnia? Is there not a single one that’s a vitamin?"

He replied her, "Aren’t these your medicine? Most of them are almost relevant to tranquillizers and treatments for insomnia.

They might have been prescribed by foreign doctors, very few people use them here.

Usually, severe insomnia patients do.

But if you reach a point where you’re heavily dependent on medication, I’d still suggest dealing with the psychological issues first.

Relying purely on medicine isn’t effective."

"Maureen’s heart was in her throat.

The last time Laurel informed her that the French medication was to cure insomnia, she assumed it was nothing more than typical melatonin or similar sleep aids.

But never did she expect to see a slew of such bottles and jars.

Just how long has it been since Liam last had a good night’s sleep?

Images of his injuries, like the cuts on his neck and wrist from glass, suddenly flashed in Maureen’s mind. What exactly was going on?

Could it possibly... have anything to do with his family?

She noticed that Liam would be fine whenever he stayed in his own apartment, but accidents would inevitably occur whenever he returned to his old house or to his family’s place.

Of course, these observations were all conjecture.

As Maureen’s heart filled with doubts, it felt as though it was being squeezed.

A sense of pervasive unease and distress welled up within her.

She decided she needed to get to the bottom of things.

A roasted sweet potato, emitting a fragrant aroma, was handed to her.

But her enthusiasm for eating had significantly dwindled.

Maureen paid the vendor through a QR code scan and then walked absentmindedly towards the car.

Liam had already finished his discharge procedures at the hospital.

As she approached, he had just gotten into the car.

He was eagerly waiting for her.

Upon seeing her, Liam opened the car door, stuck his head out, and prodded her on, "Little Miss Mask, what took you so long?"

"What do you mean, ’it’s been so long’? Here I am!", Maureen told him to withdraw his head, close the car door, move to the other side and get into the car.

As soon as she got into the car, the warm air rode the frost on her eyelashes.

Liam’s left foot was in a cast, making him uncomfortable and inconvenient.

Thus, he had to sit on the right side of the car, even disassembling the co-driver’s seat to make room for his long leg.

He took off his down jacket and kept it in his arms, wearing only a loose black sweater.

His gaze always followed Maureen, speaking with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "It’s just a little cold from leaving the hospital to the car.

You particularly asked Mr. Boris to get my coat, really..."

Maureen should have glared at him and scolded him for being narcissistic, but at this point, Maureen had no mood to tease him according to his words.

Maureen looked at him, overwhelmed. He was discharged alone.

He had many sleepless nights. He was often injured.

The car started.

Maureen was quiet, passing the steaming hot sweet potato to Liam.

Liam noticed that her mood was a bit off and immediately got nervous.

Suddenly thinking of something, his face changed instantly and he angrily asked,

"What’s the matter?

Because I didn’t go to school, your bag got..."

"No." Maureen said languidly.

Maureen said to him, "Raise your hand." Liam: ? Liam looked puzzled, but as his gaze met Maureen’s, he held up his hands with the sweet potato in them.

The next second, Maureen moved a little towards him.

She gently leaned over and embraced him.

"When Maureen hugged him, Liam had not reacted yet.

Once the moment of being caught off guard passed, he lowered his gaze and realized that the sweet scent from the girl’s hair enveloped him.

The person in his arms felt soft, warm, and fervent.

Maureen tightly held onto him, burying her head in his chest, her two hands firmly circling his back— It was a stubborn way of hugging.

"What...What’s wrong?"

Liam was taken aback, his heart pounded. Maureen closed her eyes and spoke softly,

"Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to hug you.

I’ve missed you since we haven’t seen each other all day."

The tips of Liam’s ears turned "whoosh" red.

He slowly dropped his hands, resting them on Maureen’s back and gently patting her a couple of times.

He forgot to eat the sweet potato he was holding in his hand.

He noticed the envious gaze of Mr. Boris falling on them from the rearview mirror.

With a raised eyebrow, Liam felt triumphant and, with a look of satisfaction on his face, he said with his eyes, ’What are you looking at?

Girlfriends are naturally clingy, nothing I can do about it.’